When the heart grows lonely, desperation can drive you to drinking. I opened another beer and sat at the kitchen table. My roommate Victor was also drinking, and the discussion of my singledom had come up.
“The kind of girl I’d like would probably be pretty bookish. Maybe I should just hang around libraries?” It sounded creepy, but ideas and options had to be entertained before being put down. “How’d you find your girlfriend?” Continue reading »
While writing for the Gauntlet, I had a disastrous phone interview with Henry Rollins (of Black Flag and Henry Rollins Band fame). I had been so psyched to interview him that I skipped a class during mid-term season. Lesson learned? Don’t ever talk to your heroes: it will ruin you. I made a list of some other lessons I learned on that catastrophic phone interview: Continue reading »
I read Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s book Creativity: Flow and the Psychology of Discovery and Invention
On a sojourn to the Glenmore Reservoir, I was struck by the holiday cheer that seems to have maintained its grip on the Mount Royal area. I took a few pictures on my walk of some particularly well-lit houses and trees.
This is a short I wrote back in 2004. Having just come back from Maine, dreaming of summer, it seems fresh in my mind once more.
I remember those nights at the corner store. The stars were in the sky, the moon above the trees. I was sitting on the hood of my jeep. A plastic bottle of Moxie, sweating in my hand, fizzed a tempest. People would come and go, just getting a pack of gum, or maybe a slice of pizza. The summer air blowing through my fingers. I miss the days, the nights at Corsetti’s.